Hong Yujun's longing was not of romantic nature, but a yearning for her only kin – intense and pure. On a low table beside her, a jug of wine and a glass, filled to the brim, awaited.
She gracefully reached for the glass and downed its contents in one go, hoping the drunkenness would ease her thoughts of the young master.
Suddenly, a clear voice called out, "Hong'er…"
Startled, her face lit up with delight. She leaped barefoot from the window, embracing the handsome young man in white under the moonlight, "Young Master, you finally came to see me."
Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. The young man, taller than Hong Yujun, held her in his arms. He gently patted her back, softly saying, "It's Mid-Autumn today; of course, I'd come to see you. I brought mooncakes. Want to try?"
Releasing him, Hong Yujun wiped her tears and nodded eagerly, "Yes."
